Stone Circle We can wake up every morning, we can set ourselves on fire

Inkeri was always an early riser. She had been as long as she could remember. If it meant less time near her familial den and with only her sister. She had done it. She had gotten quieter and lazier in these happenings at times since she was so far away from those who had hated her. But now she had those who loved her.

She carried fish today. She had been up early enough to catch some of the lazy fish that were just starting their day. Still sluggish from the night before. And it was with surprise that she watched one of the newest members, that she had heard about but not seen dancing.

She watched for a moment. She didn't hide herself, but she also didn't announce herself. Everyone had different ways of handling things and this seemed like something the child enjoyed and needed.